The inn was quiet, in fact, it had been quiet because nobody dared to even cough while Anastasha Asghar was breathing in the same space as them. Every time she shifted in her chair, they would tense up, but at the same time, their curiosity weighted more than their own lives.
"Transactional..." Anastasha muttered as she stared into Rasmus' eyes after what he said. "I almost forgot that what we have is nothing but transactional," she added.
"The moment something has a value, it becomes transactional. Even friendship and relationship are transactional," Rasmus responded as he wrote something in his notebook.
"In my case, your words are correct. However, I doubt that's the case all the time. There are people who love others without asking something in return," Anastasha pointed out with her brows raised.
